If you know Jules, you know she had back surgery a week and a half ago and is supposed to be confined to the house, well mostly the bed, for another week. Which leaves me shopping alone. Yesterday, at Wal-Mart I happened to pick up a pair of Levi's for myself. Other than my Air Force uniforms, this was the first time I bought pants without her assistance since we were engaged and I complained "cords" where getting harder to find ("There's a reason for that" she said).
I don't think I've ever bought a shirt on my own. Mom always did that when I was growing up - usually for Christmas and birthdays. My grandmother helped outfit me with shirts for my mission, though the critical decision then was the long sleeve/short sleeve ratio. Since we've been married, Jules either helps pick out the shirts or just occasionally brings one home. This is a good thing, otherwise I'd wear a shirt till even DI would refuse to take it.
Once I took Ty to get a pre mission suit and took Wookie along as a precaution. I think she nixed a few suits before we found one for him. The store also had a deal: 'Buy one suit and buy another for a dollar'. So Wookie helped me pick out the extra suit for me. The pickings were slim, but Wookie did the most with that dollar. She compensates by getting me great ties for Father's day.
When Wookie was younger, she would go through my closet at the end of my Air Force work day and lay out an outfit for me to change into. It was something she liked doing and was useful for me. Even now she occasionally watches out for me. Last night she and I were getting smoothies at McDonalds and I noticed some teenage boys with tennis shoes, ankle length socks, and shorts.
"Hey" I told her "Ankle socks and shorts are coming back. I can break out my socks"
She told me the socks had to have the Nike logo, otherwise no dice. Who made that rule? I'm sure the boys were only wearing what their mothers gave them.
